The bulletin. (Irwinton, Wilkinson County, Ga.) 191?-19??, December 27, 1935, Image 4

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Newspaper Page TextSHIFTING SANDS CHAPTER Xl—Continued _ls— — you think it would be wiser If 1 took care of it for you, Hortie?” suggested she demurely. “You are dreadfully careless. Only a moment ago you had no idea where the ring was. If it is on my finger you’ll know exactly.” “Bully idea! So I shall! Now tell me where you’re off to. You were In a frightful hurry when you burst through that door.” “So I was," agreed Sylvia. “And here I am loitering and almost forget ting my errand. Come! We must hurry. I’ve got to go to town. Want to row me over?” "You bet your life! Show me the boat.” Leading the way to the yellow dory, •he took her place opposite him and he pushed off. As they sat facing one another, her eyes roamed over his brown suit; his matching tie, handkerchief and socks; his immaculate linen; his general air of careful grooming, and she could not but admit he wore his clothes well. He was not a small town product. Three years in an eastern prepara tory school, followed by four years of college life had knocked all that might have been provincial out of Horatio Junior. Nevertheless these reflections, inter esting though they were, proved noth ing about his knowledge of the water. Then she suddenly became aware that the boat was being guided by a master hand. “Why, Hortie Fuller, I had no idea you could row like thisl” exclaimed she with admiration. Horatio deigned no response. “Wherever did you learn to pull such an oar?” “Varsity Crew.” “Os course. I had forgotten,” she apologized, her eyes following as with each splendid stroke the craft shot forward. Although the oarsman ignored her approbation he was not unmindful of it “Where do we land?” he asked. “Anywhere.” He bent forward and with one final magnificent sweep sent the nose of the dory out of the channel. “Come on,” he called, leaping to the beach. “But—-but, Hortie —I can’t get ashore here. I’ll wet my white shoes.” “Jump.” “It’s too far. Pull the boat higher on the sand.” “Not on your life. Jump, darling! I’ll catch you.” She stood up In the bow. “I can’t. It’s too far.” "Nonsense! Where's your sporting blood? Don’t be afraid. I’m right here.” "Suppose you shouldn’t catch me?” “But I shall.” He would. She was certain of It. Still siie wavered. “I don’t want to jump,” she pouted. “You’ll have to. Come on, Beau tiful. You're wasting time.” “I think you are perfectly horrid,” •he flung out as she sprang forward. An instant later she was in his arms and tight in a grip she knew herself powerless to loosen. “Let me go, Hortie! Let me go!” •he pleaded. “I shall, sweetheart. All In good time. Before I set you free, though, we must settle one trivial point. Are we engaged or are we not?” She made no-answer. “If we’re not,” he went on, “I in tend to duck you in the water. If we are, you shall tell me you love me and go free.” A swift, shy smile illuminated her face. “I —I —don’t want to be ducked, Hortie," she murmured, raising her arms to his neck. “You precious thing! You shan’t be. Now the rest of it. Say you love me.” “I guess you know that.” “But I wish to hear you say it.” “I —I—think I do.” “That’s a half-hearted statement.” “I—l—know I do, Hortie.” “Ah, that is better. And I love you, Sylvia. Loving you is an old, old •tory with me —a sort of habit. I shall never change. You are too much a part of me, Sylvia. Now pay the boat man and you shall go. One is too cheap. Two is miserly. The fare is three. I won’t take less.” “I consider your methods despic able,” announced the girl when at last he reluctantly put her down on her feet. “You blackmailed me.” “I know my Sylvia,” he -countered. “Perhaps you’d rather I trundled back to New York tomorrow and offered the ring to Estelle.” “Silly! I was only fooling,” she protested quickly, linking her arm in his. “This ring would never fit Es telle, dearest. Her hands are tre mendous. Didn’t you ever notice them? They are almost as large as a man’s. I never saw such hands." “She’s an awful nice girl just the Same.’’ “I don't doubt that. Come. We must quit fooling now and hurry or we shall never get home. Marcia will be frantic.” “Marcia?” “My aunt. I have so much to tell you I hardly know where to begin,” sighed Sylvia. “Do listen carefully, for I need your advice.” “What about?” “A lot of things. It Is a long story. You see Marcia has fallen in love with a robber.” “A robber? Your aunt?” “Uh-huh. I know it sounds odd, but you will understand it better after By Sara Ware Bassett Copyright by The Penn Pub. Co. WNU Service you have heard the details,” nodded Sylivla. “This man, a jewel thief, came to our house one day ship wrecked and hurt, so we took him in. We didn’t know then, of course, that he was a thief. Afterward, when we did, he was sick and we hadn’t the heart to turn him out. In fact we couldn’t have done it anyway. He was too fascinating. He was one of the most fascinating men you ever saw.” “He must have been,” Horatio growled. "Oh, he was. I myself almost lost my heart to him.” confessed Sylvia earnestly. “Marcia did.” “Your aunt?” “Yes. Don’t look so horrified, Hot tie. I realize it seems queer, uncon ventional; but you’ll understand better when you see Marcia. She is no or dinary person.” “I shouldn’t think she was.” Sylvia ignored the comment. “Well, anyway, the robber hid the loot and of course Marcia and I did all we could to protect him. “Then one day the Wilton sheriff heard over the radio there had been a jewel robbery on Long Island, and stumbling upon the hidden gems, ar rested Mr. Heath.” “Mr. Heath?” “The thief, Hortie! The thief! How can you be so stupid?” “I get you now. You must admit, though, this is some story to under stand.” “I know it sounds confused, but in reality it is perfectly simple if you’ll just pay attention. Well,” the girl hurried on, "I cannot stop to explain all the twists and turns but anyway, the sheriff brought the burglar to Wil ton and Marcia is broken-hearted.” t “Broken-hearted! I should think she’d be thankful to be rid of him.” “But you keep forgetting she’s in love with him.” “Well, do you wonder I do? What kind of a woman is your aunt? What sort of a gang have you got in with anyhow?” “Hush, Hortie! You mustn’t talk like that," Sylvia declared. “This affair is too serious. Marcia and the —the —she and Mr. Heath love one an other. It is terrible because, you see. he has a wife.” “I should call that a stroke of Providence, myself.” “Horatio, I think you are being very nasty. You are joking about something that is no joking matter.” “I beg your pardon, dear. I wasn’t really joking. Don't be angry. But “Let Me Go, Hortie! Let Me Go!” this yarn is unbelievable —preposter- ous,” explained the man, taking her hand and gently caressing it. “Well, when Mr. Heath went away from- the Homestead, he left behind him a hundred dollars in payment for what Marcia had done for him. It almost killed her.” “She —she —thought she ought to have had more, you mean? A hundred dollars Is quite a sum in these days. She would better have grabbed it tight and been thankful. My respect for this bandit chap Is rising. I should call him an honest gentleman.” “It Is useless to talk with you, Horatio —I can see that,” Sylvia said, stiffening. “A delicate affair like this Is evidently beyond your comprehen sion. You cannot seem to understand it. All you do is to make light of every word I say.” “I’m not making light On the con trary I guess I am taking the situa tion far more seriously than you are. I don’t like the moral tor® of this place at all. It looks to me as if you had got into most undesirable sur roundings. The sooner you are mar ried to me, young woman, and out of here the better. As for this remark able aunt of yours—” “Stop, Horatio! Stop right where you are,” bridled Sylvia. “One more word against Marcia and back home you go so fast you won’t be able to see for dust. I’m in earnest, so watch your step.” “The woman has bewitched you,” frowned Horatio. “She has. She bewitches everybody. She’ll bewitch you.” “Not on your life!" "Wait and see. Mr. Heath will bewitch you, too.” “The—the—?” “Yes, the burglar, bandit, thief— whatever you choose to call him. You’ll admit it when you meet him. We are going there now.” “To—to—call?" “To return the check I just told you about You’re the stupidest man I was ever engaged to, Horatio. Why can’t you listen?” “I am listening with all my ears." “Then the trouble is with your im agination,” Sylvia said in her loftiest tone. They walked on in silence until presently the girl stopped before the gate of a small, weather-beaten cot tage. “Well, here we are at Elisha’s,” she remarked, turning in at the gate. “What’s he got to do with It?” "Mercy, Hortie. You’ll wear me to a shred. Elisha is the sheriff. I’m go ing to coax him to let us see the pris oner." “You don’t mean the chap is jailed here! My—!” he clapped his hand over his mouth. “Why, any red-blood ed man could knock the whole house flat to the ground with a single blow of his fist. I’ll bet I could.” “There wasn’t any other place to put him.” “Well, If he stays Incarcerated in a detention pen like this, he’s a noble minded convict —that’s all I have to say.” They walked up the narrow clam shell path, bordered by iris and thrifty perennials. , As they did so, the sound of a radio drifted through the open window. Sylvia peeped in. Elisha, too intent on the musie to hear her step, was sitting before the loud speaker, smoking. “I've come to see Mr. Heath,” she shouted above the wails of a croon ing orchestra. “I ain’t sure as I’d oughter let you see him,” hesitated Elisha. “I’ll take the responsibility.” “Wal—mebbe on second thought, ’twill do no harm,” he drawled. “He’s round on the back porch. I’d come with you warn’t I waitin’ for the news flashes.” “That’s all right. I can find him.” “Say, who you got with you?” called the sheriff over his shoulder. “He’s nobody—just my fiance.” “Your what?” “The man I -am going to marry.” “You don’t tell me! So you’re gettin married, are you? Good lookin’ feller! I heard at the post office you had some chap in the oflin’. But to let him see Mr. Heath —I dunno as 'twould be just—” "Where I go Horatio goes,” Sylvia retorted. Elisha weakened. “Wal, in that case— ’’ he began. She waited to hear no more. “Come on, Hortie,” she called. Leaving Elisha absorbed in a saxo phone solo, the two rounded the cor ner of the cottage and found them selves in the presence of Stanler Heath. CHAPTER XII “Sylvia!” he cried, springing up and advancing toward her with outstretched hand. “Sylvia! What a brick you are to come!” Angry as she was, when face to face with him she could not resist the contagion of his smile. “I’m glad to see you so well,” she said. “This is Mr. Horatio Fuller of Alton City.” Horatio looked Heath up and down and then stepped forward and gripped his hand with unmistakable cordiality. “Mighty glad to know you, sir,” was his greeting. “You seem to have got yourself into a jam. If there is any thing I ean do —any way I can be of service—” “Horatio, you forget we are not here to make a social call,” inter rupted Sylvia, who had by this time regained her routed chilliness and In dignation. “On the contrary, Mr. Heath, we have come on a very pain ful errand. We are returning this check to you.” She extended it toward him, gingerly holding its corner in the tips of her fingers as if it were too foul a thing to touch. “It was outrageous of you, insulting, to leave a thing of this sort for Marcia —to attempt to pay in casn —kindness such as hers.” "I’m sorry,” Heath stammered. “Sorry! You couldn’t have been very sorry, or you would have sensed such an act would hurt her terribly." Horatio Fuller fumbled nervously with his tie. “You deserve," swept on young Syl via with rising spirit, “to be thrashed. Hortie and I both think so —don’t we, Hortie?” Horatio Junior turned crimson. “Oh, I say, Sylvia, go easy!” he protested. “Don’t drag me into this. I don’t know one darn thing about It. Suppose I just step inside and listen to the news flashes while you and Mr. Heath transact your business. It will be less awkward all round. If yeu want me you can speak.” Nodding courteously in Heath’s di rection, Horatio Junior disappeared. “Your Mr. Fuller is a man of nice feeling,” Stanley Heath declared look ing after him. “I congratulate you.” “Thank you.* “Everything Is settled then?” She nodded. “I hope you will be very happy." She did not reply at once. When she did, it was to say with a humility new and appealing: (TO BE CONTINUED) HOj^RE / DR. JAMES W. BARTON Talks About ® Milk as a Builder AN INQUIRY showed that l thirty thousand metropolitan school children have a distaste for milk. Head teachers discovered that most of the objectors were “girls who are afraid it will make them fat.” I am quoting an item from’ London, England, which appeared In a news paper some weeks ago. I believe that nothing could say more for the value of milk for chil- dren because “all small animals drink milk as It has great food value, increases appetite, and puts on the extra few pounds so many children need to help fight the ail ments of childhood.” Cow’s milk is a “complete" food for children as it contains all five of the food stuffs — proteids, starches, fats, salts, Dr. Barton and water. This is why mothers shouldn’t be anxious to get their chil dren eating other foods too early In life and cutting down on, or avoiding, milk. Milk has very little of the coarse waste matter which makes many other foods unsuitable for little children. In addition milk is very rich In vitamin B which stimulates the appetite and the child thus eats more. It is because milk is given to chil dren free by municipalities that there are now so few “rickity” children. Their bones are stronger and their bodies have more covering of tissue. Ages and Milk. The point then is that all babies and growing children should take plenty of milk for growth,, develop ment of bone, appetite, and the ac cumulation of a few pounds of excess fat to be of help in emergencies. But what about the boy or girl who has attained the age of sixteen to eighteen, who has attained manhood or womanhood? Should they contninue to drink milk? Yes; there is a period of three or four years, while they are yet in their teens, when milk should still be taken daily, for there is still considerable growth and development to be at tained to acquire perfect manhood and womanhood. It is this effort of our young girls to keep slender that tempts them to stop drinking milk just at the time in their lives when they should be growing, developing and putting on the weight needed for the responsibilities in life that will soon be theirs. Some years ago at the Race Better ment conference at Battle Creek, Mich., it was pointed out by Dr. Augustus Knoff, the great tuberculosis expert, that organizations and physicians in terested in preventing tuberculosis and cutting down on its death rate, were having great success in this work except in one type and age of pa tients. Danger of Reducing. These workers found that the occur rence of tuberculosis and deaths there from was not decreasing but actually Increasing in girls from sixteen to twenty years. They found also that the cause of tills increase of tubercu losis In these young girls was due to their desire to keep thin —to have a boyish figure. Now there is no denying that milk will increase weight—it is a body builder, a growth and appetite pro ducer, and stores a little fat. But all of these properties only show what an excellent food milk really is. Fur ther. as far as weight is concerned for adults, almost any liquid—water, tea, coffee, soft or hard drinks —will in crease weight In those individuals who have a natural tendency to store far in the body. Fat tissue likes or holds water —every pound of fat holding about three pounds of water —within the body. After our young folk reach the age of twenty and have acquired their growth and width, is soon enough to begin cutting down on their daily sup ply of milk. Until this time they should eat all kinds of foods —meat, eggs, fish, vege tables, fruit, bread, and milk and try to get a pint of milk daily. » ♦ » Reducing by Simple Methods A young woman aged twenty-five, height five feet six inches, consulted a physician about reducing her weight, which was 180 pounds. The physician examined her care fully and found that her heart, lungs, and blood pressure were normal as was also the haemoglobin in the blood. He advised that she should stand around more at her work as a secre tary, walk to and from her work, cut down her starch foods—potatoes, bread, sugar and pastry—by one-quarter, her fat foods —cream, butter, fat meats and egg yolks —by one-quarter, and all her liquids—water, tea, milk, soft drinks— by one-half. She was Instructed to call up the physician at the end of two weeks. At the end of two weeks the weight was down about five pounds and as this represented between a quarter and half a pound a day she was told to continue at the same rate for another two weeks. At the end of the second two weeks she had lost another 10 pounds, a loss of 15 pounds in four weeks. © —WNU Service. Navajo Woman Is Boss of Wigwam Her Word Final, Says Au thority on Indian Customs. White women insist on their rights and fight for Independence. Navajo women are such complete bosses in the wigwam they don’t have to worry about emancipation. They head their clans, which are established on the mother’s side, and holds the strings of the family purse because the Navajo wealth Is In sheep, which are handed down from mother to daughter. This Is divulged by Wick Miller, who has given much time and study to Indian arts and customs. “Navajo women don’t argue about equal rights,” he said. “And they don't Insist on deferential gestures; they know their word Is final, their position is enviable.” One of the Navajo weavers, Eekh pah (Coming Again Woman), sub stantiated this Idea. “I don’t argue about my rights,” she said. “I don’t even think about them, and neither does any other Navajo woman.” Dressed in deer-skin moccasins and a gayly colored skirt topped by a dark velveteen blcuse, Eekh-pah fingered her turquoise-set bracelets and talked quietly about the cus toms of her people. “Onr women keep busy,” she ex nlained, “with making blankets and ■ugs. We get the wool from our dieep, comb and card It, and then spin it on that.” She pointed to a istaff. a remnant of the ancient type >f spinning wheel. She further explained that the wool s dyed after it is spun and then voven into rugs and blankets on a 'oom. Eekh-pah speaks English as well s a white woman for she went iway to school. Returning to her ribe, she married a young brave who ilready had a wife and baby. “I didn’t want to marry him. I lldn’t love,” she confessed. “But my aeople parsuaded me to marry him. Now, I to longer live with him; I am divorced.” Divorce among the Navajos con ists in separation without benefit of a court decree. Marriage, also, often takes place without a ceremony. The common procedure Is for the Navajo maiden and her lover to begin living under the same shelter, thereby an nouncing to the clan they are mar ried. 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